Haunted by a super flirtatious little milk dog

He Zihuai was staring at the video on the laptop, his dark and deep eyes behind the lens were flickering with an unknown light.

In the video, Gong Chengzheng blocked Wen Dong behind him, and raised his foot to kick a thug's knee fiercely. The man was kicked out a few meters away, and the two men who came rushing aggressively fell to the ground together.

There was a warm and peaceful confession in the barrage.

my god!Where did this fairy little brother come from!So handsome!

This face is so beautiful!This momentum, manly and A, is so handsome that it explodes!The key is that he is still so tall, the visual inspection is definitely above 185!

Look at those two peerless long legs!Maybe more than 185, 190 or more is also possible!

Who in Jimei knows the name and contact information of this little brother, I want to confess to him!I unilaterally declare that I am in love with him!

Sisters, line up!

Line up +1!

Line up +2! ! !

Well, the one with gray-purple hair is for you guys!The little Japanese brother with black hair in the back asked me to come!

Sister, wait for me!

He Zihuai paused the video, and the screen just stopped at the moment when Gong Cheng used his arms to protect Wen Dong behind him, and at the same time raised his foot to kick someone.

Although Gong Cheng only showed a side face on the screen, and his hair color was grey-purple, but this did not prevent He Zihuai, who grew up with him, from recognizing that the person in the video was Gong Cheng.

And the freeze frame of Wen Dong is a frontal face, he is turning his head and looking at the camera in a daze, as if he is looking for someone.Although the dynamic pixels are a bit blurry, it does not affect the viewers in the video to find Ben Tong's three-dimensional facial features and handsome appearance.

The corner of He Zihuai's mouth curled into a smile, he loosened his tense shoulders, and leaned his body against the back of the chair.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, with a thin body and a pair of black half-rim glasses. He looked pale and thin, even a little sick.

He Zihuai closed the laptop and got up under his arm.

He Zihuai stood at the door of He Xiang's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

He Xiang was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and talking on the phone. He put one hand in his pocket, looked sideways at the person, and then tapped the sofa with his chin, signaling him to sit down first.

He Xiang only wore a dark blue shirt, and he rolled his cuffs over his forearms, frowning. It seemed that the phone call was not going well.

He Xiang paced back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, raised his hand and loosened his tie, said a few words irritably, and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" He Zihuai turned on the laptop and put it on the coffee table, then raised his head and asked He Xiang.

He Xiang left his mobile phone on the huge solid wood desk, walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning his head on the back of the sofa wearily, and said weakly: "I was just talking to the representative of country M, and I want to ask about the logistics As for the airline contract, the conversation over there was completely blocked."

He Zihuai paused, and tentatively asked: "Does it mean that we only deal with the palace?"

"Almost." He Xiang closed his eyes, frowned, and pressed his two fingers vigorously on the center of his brows, "They are also in charge of a young heir called Alan. I just contacted Alan's assistant, I heard After what I said, he directly rejected me, and didn't even transfer the call. I don't know how arrogant this Alan is, doesn't he know that I am the real person in charge of JY Group now!"

He Zihuai snorted, and said lightly: "This is what I told you before, the relationship between Alan and Gong Cheng is not ordinary, there are so many companies that want to sign global airlines with country M, why did he sign with us? There are so many professionals in JY Group who understand logistics, economics, and law, and many of them are national-level experts, why does Alan only contact Gong Cheng?"

"That's because Gong Cheng was classmates with Alan when he was studying in country M," He Xiang said wearily, "They both went to school at H University, studying economics. Gong Cheng intended to develop logistics with country M when he was still in school. Airline business, he has been following up on this matter all these years, so..."

"What you said is just on the surface," He Zihuai interrupted He Xiang, "The relationship between Gong Cheng and Alan is not just as simple as classmates."

He Xiang frowned, and looked at He Zihuai probingly, he knew what he was going to say, he wanted to say that Gong Cheng was gay, and he and Alan were lovers.

"Don't say those nonsense words anymore!" He Xiang's face was black, and his tone was very serious, "Take all your people away too, don't send so many tails to check Gongcheng all day long!"

He Zihuai smiled lightly, as if he didn't take He Xiang's reprimand at all.

"Don't think that you know Gong Cheng well, don't worry, Gong Cheng is a very smart person, otherwise I sent so many tails, how could no one find him."

As He Zihuai said, he turned the laptop over, facing He Xiang with the screen, and pressed the play button.

On the computer, a video of Gong Cheng protecting Ben Dongjiu and fighting with someone was played.

At first He Xiang just watched with a frown. After a while, he sat up stiffly, staring at the screen with wide eyes.

He Xiang probably just recognized one of the male protagonists in the video, who turned out to be his own son, Gong Cheng.

"This... this is... Didn't Gong Cheng say that he is in country M? Where is this? When was the video? What happened to Gong Cheng's hair? How did it become this color?"

He Zihuai did not speak until the video of a few minutes was finished, then he turned off the computer and said, "This was filmed a few days ago at the renovation site of a shantytown in the suburbs of Z City. Gong Cheng and the reporter surnamed Wen behind him Together, we encountered the developer’s thugs there, and for some reason, the TV station was broadcasting live, which was part of the live broadcast.”

He Xiang sat there blankly, with his mouth open, obviously unable to digest He Zihuai's words for a while.

"Gong Cheng hasn't left City Z since the funeral. Maybe he dyed his hair just to hide it better. After all, he invested in so many properties when he was in school, and any one of them is enough for him to live incognito."

He Zihuai stood up, bent down to pick up the computer, and said coldly: "Mr. He, it's time for you to call Young Master Gong and ask him to officially return to JY Group."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door.

He Xiang bent over, with his elbows resting on his knees, he brushed his hands through his hair, and lowered his head in pain.

"Zi Huai," He Xiang's voice was dull and hoarse, even slightly trembling, "Stop! What you did before... everything, stop! Don't continue!"

He Zihuai stopped, but didn't look back.

He put his hand on the armrest of the solid wooden door of the office, and chuckled softly: "Stop? You can't stop. Once this kind of thing is done, it must be done to the end. There is no way out, let alone turning back. And, starting now, It's not just what I do. Mr. He, remember, it's what the two of us do together. "

After speaking, He Zihuai opened the door and went out.

When he received the call from He Xiang, Gong Cheng was cooking in the kitchen of his home in Bentong.

Ben Dong worked overtime on this day, and called Gong Cheng shortly before 6 o'clock, saying that the elevator in a famous shopping mall in Z City was broken, trapping a dozen citizens who were shopping.Then the mall did nothing, and the elevator maintenance personnel did not arrive at the scene for an hour.So some enthusiastic citizens called the news hotline, and they went to the scene in Bentong.

At that time, Gong Cheng was lifting the lid of the pot with one hand, wanting to see if the wax gourd pork rib soup he made was ready, and whether he needed to add some salt.

When the phone rang, Gong Cheng took a look, it was He Xiang calling.He calculated that from the day when he was exposed to the camera in the live broadcast to now, the time is almost up, and the people of JY Group should also find out.

So, he calmly pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Cheng'er!" He Xiang's voice sounded.

Gong Cheng closed his eyes, the man who spoke was his father and the one who wanted to push him away from JY Group.

"En." Gong Cheng heard this, and he answered with a hoarse voice.

"You have returned to China." This is not a question, but a statement.

"kindness."

Gong Cheng thought that He Xiang would ask, when did you come back?Why don't you go home?Why don't you show up at the company?Why does it appear in the suburban demolition place?And why would you fight those people?

However, He Xiang didn't ask a single question, just like how he treated Gong Cheng's study and life since childhood.

"Come to the company," He Xiang said, "There are many things that require you to come back and help me."

Gong Cheng clenched his fists, he wanted to yell, he wanted to question He Xiang face to face, what was the meaning of those words he said to He Zihuai at his mother's funeral that day, they tried their best to push themselves away, for the sake of What?He Xiang has only one son, JY Group will be his palace sooner or later, what exactly does He Xiang want?

But in the end, Gong Cheng didn't question him, he just said "I know" and hung up the phone.

After the pork rib soup was ready, Gong Cheng changed the soup from the casserole to the rice cooker to warm it up, and then called Bentong.

He wanted to ask when his brother Wen would come home to have dinner with him, he wanted to see his brother Wen.

But Bentong was probably busy and didn't answer his call.

Gong Cheng sat at the dining table feeling lost, flipping through the photo album with his mobile phone. In his mobile phone, there was only one photo secretly taken when he went to the TV station to deliver meals to Ben Tong years ago.

Gong Cheng was lying on the dining table, looking at the photo with silly joy, with an idiot-like expression on his face.

Suddenly, the phone rang again, and it was Uncle Jiang calling.

"Uncle Jiang?"

"Master Gong, Mr. He has contacted you already?"

Uncle Jiang has followed JY Group since the time of Gong Cheng's grandfather Gong Sheng. He is a highly respected old man in the group and the only person Gong Cheng trusts now.

"Yes, they saw my live video."

Uncle Jiang sighed lightly, and said: "Master Gong, go home, there are many things that need to be dealt with by the group. You can no longer hide."

As early as when Gong Cheng knew that that day was a live broadcast, he knew that he had no choice but to retreat.

When you can't avoid it, go up to it bravely, plan for the worst, and have the determination to win.